She was truly a prisoner in this house. Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned into months until, she was there at Jake's mansion for three months. Narissa had become Jake's whore. While she feared him she couldn't get enough of his cock. She craved it, wanting it in every hole. She was tormented and growing slowly insane from thoughts of it. While Jake was away...
Narissa came to with the room in complete darkness. When she tried to move her arms, she couldn't. They felt as if they were chained to the bedpost. She yanked with all her might, but to no avail. She twisted and fought to be free but only ending up making her wrists sore. How could Jake do this to her? What kind of monster was he, and how could she have bee...
Things weren’t going quite as he planned. She should have been his by now, but she was more skittish than he originally anticipated. Not to mention, she was beginning to spend an awful lot of time with some punk, which was really beginning to piss him off. After his months of finding out everything about her, having her comings and goings watched, he felt an...
"My landlady Farrukh Teymourzadeh is kind of creepy," Benjamin Charles said to his buddy Toussaint Pierre, as the two young men walked through the Atrium at Carleton University. As usual, the atrium was crowded. A lot of students were coming to and fro, and getting to the campus library was not remotely easy. Still, Benjamin looked a bit too concerned about...
Delila saw it was the end of the shift. She took the mirror off the desktop and looked at her face and hair adjusting her hair a little. Her looks were stylish, and she had made it as a black woman in the corporate world. She made the money to have a good life style but something was missing. Things were just too mundane going to work, going home, repeat. S...
The African night was perfect for romance. A full moon bathed the dancers and observers with a warm light around the huge bonfire, while the native drums increased in their intensity. The two hundred or so black Africans celebrated with the visitors from the Inn fueled with local strong drinks which reduced inhibitions and increased passion among the revelle...
Necessity is definitely the mother of reinvention, as has often been said. This holds true in all parts of the world. Take Noor Al-Gergawi for example. Born into a wealthy family in the City of Dubai, crown jewel of the United Arab Emirates, Noor experienced nothing but luxury all the days of her life. Vacations in Vienna, Paris and Los Angeles, and shopping...
"My name is Hana Al-Zaghab," said the short, curvy, Hijab-wearing young Arab woman, smiling faintly. Ottawa Police Constable Rupert James Sherman nodded gently, and noted this on his pad. In spite of the ordeal she'd just gone through, as evidenced by her bruised face, the young woman looked sturdy and dignified. Attacks on racial minorities, especially Musl...
There he was, tight jeans, Pizza bag in hand, and eyes as wide as the Grand Canyon. They wandered up and down my body, inspecting every inch of me. Was I coming off too strong? Was I dressed to scantily clad? I hope he doesn't think I'm a whore. "Well hello there..." he started to say but was interrupted by me grabbing his belt buckle and pulling him in my...
Besides being a take-off from the great stories "Letters to Mother" by LKWRITER, the following letters from a different daughter to a different mom also draws on the inspiration of CDE. Dear Mom, I'm sorry I haven't written you for a while, but I've been busy. Really, so much has happened, I hardly know how to begin. Of course I do know how: with the nigh...